Engraved on His palms…

I’ve been getting weekly IVIG treatments for CIDP at home for a year now. After taking a couple of Tylenol and a Benadryl to stave off headaches and hives, my nurse (and now good friend) Melissa ties a rubber tube around my arm and taps, squeezes and works my tiny veins to pop up. She then skillfully inserts a small IV, and if things goes well, over the next two hours, I’ll receive my medication.

Of course, things don’t always go well. I’ve had vein collapses and tissue blow ups, and sometimes a couple of site changes are needed. I’ve also gotten use to blue or green or purple bruises taking shape on my hands and arms. They are my little battle wounds, a kind of visible reminder of my fight with chronic illness.

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